When I was told that I wasn’t fit enough for surgery, I didn’t know what to think. When I got over the shock, my first thought was, I can get fit, no problem. I just have to exercise more.
I ended up fretting about this so much that the more I searched for a way to do this, the more hopeless it seemed to get. With every new routine that I tried, the harder it became, and somewhere along the line, I stopped looking.
One of the reasons for this was the loss of a much-loved family member last year, who was found to have the same problem. He died on the operating table.
Now, I am 82 and have been mostly unfit for years. It is possible that no matter how hard I try, however fit I manage to become, I am likely to die on the operating table too.
Having thought long and hard about this, I have decided to do my best, slowly and carefully, and see what happens. I may never be fit enough, but I must come to terms with this. No one can live forever, but I am not going to risk what life I may have left worrying about everything.
I am going to enjoy whatever time I have left…
Best wishes… Jaye 💖💖
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